(Thelen Paulk)
I had a dream the other night, I didn't understand.
A
figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His
clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed.
He took off
his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We
wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future
generations, this legacy we gave.
In this, the land of the free and
the home of the brave.
"The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always
keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were
asleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a
slave.
In this, the land of the free and home of the
brave.
"You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a
gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On
land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent.
Although you
have no voice in choosing, how the money's spent.
"Your children must attend a school that doesn't
educate.
Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the
state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You
pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.
"Your money is no longer made of Silver or of
Gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be
controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation, turn from God in
shame.
You've taken Satan's number, as you've traded in your
name.
"You've given government control, to those who do you
harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm,
And
keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your
fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.
"Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath
they've sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors, so their children won't
be born.
Your leaders ship artillery, and guns to foreign
shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's
wars.
"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and
died?
Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with
pride?
Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?
Or
do you wish your children, to live in fear and be a slave?
"People of the Republic, arise and take a
stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the
Land!
Preserve our Great Republic, and GOD-Given Right!
And pray
to GOD, to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!"
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he
came.
His words were true, we are not Free, we have ourselves to
blame.
For even now as tyrants, trample each GOD-Given Right,
We
only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream, while you're
asleep,
And wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to
keep,
What would be your answer, if he called out from the
grave:
"IS THIS STILL THE LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE
BRAVE???"
